Lucas's gaze dragged over Kyan like a predator savoring the hunt, his smirk curling at the edges.
"Mmh… you have no idea how long I've been yearning for you, pretty boy," he murmured, voice low and teasing.
He leaned closer, his breath brushing Kyan's ear.
"Serving me like this… doesn't it excite you? Or are you still pretending you don't notice the way I look at you?"
His fingers trailed lazily down Kyan's arm, lingering, as if memorizing the shape of him.
"I could have anyone in this palace… but I keep wanting you."
Lucas's eyes darkened with something dangerous, his smirk fading into a hungry stare.
Every slow step he took toward Kyan was heavy with intent, like a man starved too long.
"You don't get it, do you?" he said, his voice low and rough. "Every night… I imagine having you here, in my hands, under my control."
His hand cupped Kyan's jaw, thumb brushing over his cheekbone as if the touch alone could brand him.
